feeling
inconsequential
in a sequential
pattern of
repeating
selfdetrimental
implosions
along my
cardiac
redaction

today is a day
for screaming
silently
into the
plastic world
filled with
distracted emotive
disconnections
echoing back
milquetoast inflections

my anterior
cardiac
infraction
directly correlates
to the
relapsed
dismality
that is only found
in store brand
miseries

i long to
feel you bite
the side of my neck
so for an instant
i can be sure
that both of us
are still alive
as a trickle
of crimson stains
your pretty mouth